Set up a funeral service team in a foreign land

Xi Sui'an cut her palm neatly, and blood dripped onto the robe. The blood was absorbed, and the silver lines seeped into strands of red. She held her palm with satisfaction, letting it heal on its own.

As the mind moved at will, the robe turned into a cloak, and the transition was extremely smooth.

Seeing Xi Sui'an putting on the cloak, Lingzhi smiled and looked her up and down for a moment: "Your alchemy level is already very good. The defense and free change properties of this robe are already top-notch. At least it can prevent you from dying too easily."

"..."

Xi Sui'an choked up, this evaluation is really good.

"But this doesn't really suit you anymore." Lingzhi took Xi Sui'an's hand, looked at the ring on her hand and turned her mouth away, quite disgusted, "Damocles' standard storage ring has not been updated for thousands of years, it's really ugly!"

She took out a small box from her bosom, opened it and saw a ring lying quietly inside. The ring was jade-colored with a bit of red inlaid on it, and there were fine cirrus patterns on it. The style looked more like a ring.

She looked at the ring for a few seconds, then solemnly picked it up and put it on Xi Sui'an's hand, with a serious expression but a smile on her face.

Xi Sui'an intuitively felt that this was very expensive, so he pushed away the other person's hand and said, "Senior, I'd better buy a suitable one myself."

Lingzhi put the ring on Xi Sui'an's left hand without allowing him to refuse: "Take it."

Seeing Xi Sui'an's hesitant expression, she patted her head with her eyes bent, then turned to look at Li Qing with a complicated expression: "Little Lihua, remember to pay later."

Li Qing touched his chest helplessly, recalling the Ring of Lilith on his chest, and complained in his heart, how should he tell Xi Sui'an that ninety-nine percent of rings from foreign lands have extraordinary symbolic meanings or will involve more right and wrong.

As soon as they walked out of the Alchemy Gear booth, they began to hear the noise from the outside world.

"Damn it, move aside, I want to see the fairy!"

"Oh my god! Is this really a lake elf?? So pretty!"

"The Dragon Clan has spent a lot of money on marketing and selling things. It really attracts attention!"

Hearing the discussions around him, Xi Sui'an was stunned. Elf in the lake?

The surrounding piers were bustling with people, and everyone looked excited.

Li Qing and Xi Sui'an looked at each other, quickly pushed aside a group of foreigners leaning on the railing and looked down.

"really……"

In the emerald green lake in the center of the Qiyan Mine, a beautiful girl in a green dress dances in the curling mist. Her long hair is like a waterfall, and the ends of her hair touch the surface of the lake, creating ripples.

In the center of the lake, a huge stone slowly rises up. The withered yellow moss exudes the breath of time. On the huge stone, a sword handle quietly emerges there, mottled with rust. It looks like a piece of scrap copper and iron picked up from a scrap yard. It is very unremarkable.

"This... is this the Sword of Promised Victory?" The higher the expectations, the bigger the gap. Xi Sui'an said in astonishment, holding his chin in his hand, his tone full of doubt.

There is no original aura, not even the aura that an alchemical item should have. Is this thing real?

Li Qing glanced at the girl in the lake and bowed to all around. Finally, she walked to the stone, sat down quietly, and sighed, "It's true."

"Oh, the dragon clan is really good." Lingzhi, who was leaning against the railing and watching, held up his chin and looked at the amber locked by the barrier below, his expression a little indifferent, "They captured a lake elf as a sword slave."

Sword Slave...

Xi Sui'an tightened her fingers slightly. Sword slave... Having read the academy information, she knew what this was.

During the Age of Conflict, forbidden magicians emerged in large numbers. They captured aliens and humans to maintain alchemical instruments. Later, they also branched out among various ethnic groups. They called themselves guardians, but in fact they were just slaves in a different name.

The lake elves... they are of the same race but have different fates. Vivian in the academy dances in the starry night, but this one can only rely on the sword to get through the long time.

Xi Sui'an pursed his lips: "The elves have no reaction to this?" It feels like the dragon clan is blatantly and openly humiliating the elves.

"Have you forgotten that a branch of lake elves was expelled by the elves long ago?" Li Qing sighed. They had not been recognized by the elves ten thousand years ago.

She thought back to when she and her classmates were watching the dorm management gathering, and they vaguely mentioned it... "The contract between the human race and the lake elves?"

Hearing her mumbling, Tide, who was acting as an invisible pendant on her shoulder, yawned and said, "Yes, this contract has not been completed to this day. There is no way. The lifespan of the human race is too short, and that human swordsman died too quickly."

"What is the content of the contract?" She was a little curious.

"During the Age of Strife, the swordsman Arthur met the lake elf Vivian and said to her, 'There is no point in guarding a sword that is not used.' Vivian asked Arthur, then what is meaningful?"

"Arthur replied, 'With this sword I can sever the strife of this age. With this sword I can carve a path to a better future. The lake spirits will never be imprisoned.'"

"Vivian was moved by him and eventually betrayed the elves and made a contract with the human race: the lake elves presented him with the sword of sworn victory, and Arthur would give the lake elves an eternal home."

A calm and peaceful voice narrated this ancient story. Xi Sui'an turned around and saw Feng Liting standing next to them without him knowing when.

"Then what?" she asked.

"Then he died."

Yi Luowen stood behind Xi Sui'an and patted her on the head. Five words summed up the ending of the story.

"..."

Isn't there too much omitted?

Xi Sui'an was speechless. She looked at the lake elf who was taking a nap with his eyes closed in the lake. She didn't know what happened in between, but it ended with Arthur's death and the contract being broken. The lake elf still accompanied the Sword of Promised Victory in the long river of time.

Li Qing held up her chin and glanced at Xi Sui'an: "Speaking of which, the predecessor of the Holy Tribunal was the Knights founded by Arthur, but later it became too decadent and was incorporated into the Holy Trinity, becoming a force of the Holy Trinity."

"Ah?" She touched her old ring. Was she buying it for Yinglongwei or the Holy Church? Jingci didn't tell her in detail.

The white-haired girl, who was no longer interested, withdrew her gaze and greeted Iloven: "Little half-elf, long time no see."

Yi Luowen felt a headache when he saw the other party. After a moment of silence, he accepted his fate: "Senior Lingzhi, why are you here too?"

"Why didn't I come to the alchemist's gathering?" She glanced at Iloven, "I'm relieved to see that you're doing well."

She moved towards Feng Liting, her eyebrows slightly raised: "Don't you call me senior sister?"

Feng Liting just glanced at her indifferently without saying a word.

Lingzhi narrowed his eyes: "Feng Liting, the former mayor of Tolan City, was later brought back to the academy by that old guy. His alchemy is extraordinary, and he is a top alchemist in the path of life alchemy. However... should a taboo prefix be added in front of it?"

Feng Liting continued to remain silent.

Lingzhi folded her arms and tapped her arms slowly with her fingertips: "Why, you have been silent in that academy for too long, don't you recognize me, you lunatic who shaved my head?"

"..."

"??!"